He hums against my core, sending a chill through my entirebody. He brings me nearly to the edge quickly, but I’m not ready to come yet. So I lift my hips, stopping him.
Asher gasps for air, his lips and chin soaked. “What are you doing? I wasn’t done.”
Without responding, I shimmy back down his body. With my hands on his chest for balance, I slide my slickness over his hard length. Back and forth, back and forth.
“I want to come on your cock,” I breathe. “Please.”
He tucks his chin, watching, eyes hooded as the swollen head of his dick disappears, then reappears. “Like this?”
“Yeah, like this.” I tweak my hips, getting him right where I want him.
“Untie my hands.”
I shake my head.
“Please.”
“Ah. He’s even prettier when he begs,” I groan, my core coiling tighter.
“Claire.”
“Uh-uh. That’s not our safe word.”
He huffs a laugh. “We don’t have a safe word.”
“Whoops. My bad for tying you up without a safe word.” Giggling, I skate my fingertips across his pecs, brushing along his chest hair in a soothing motion. “What should it be, then?”
He scans the room like he’s seeking inspiration. “Jenga.”
A laugh bubbles out of me. “Jenga?”
“I don’t know. It’s the first thing that came to mind. Do you have a better idea?”
Honestly, I don’t anticipate needing a safe word, and I’m too horny to waste my time discussing it, so I say, “Jenga it is.”
I grind along the length of him again, bringing us back to the moment. With my eyes closed, I rest my hands on his knees for support.
“Mmm,” I moan.
“Claire.”
“Mmm,” I moan again, ignoring him, imagining his cock inside me instead.
“Claire.” His voice is deep and dominating, sending a shiver through me.
I sit up, my eyes fluttering open. “What is it?”
He pulls against his restraints. “Untie me.Now. I need to touch you.”
The desperation in his voice has me so close to the edge. I stop what I’m doing and shift to the side of him, then suck him into my mouth. The taste of me on his cock is obscene yet so sexy.
He hisses and pumps his hips up. When he hits the back of my throat, I gag and recoil, coughing and sputtering.
“Shit. Sorry. Are you okay?”
“I’m fine, but maybe we do need that safe word after all,” I tease before eagerly taking him into my mouth again. He’s much tamer this time, and when he reaches the back of my throat, I’m prepared and swallow around him.
A primal growl fills the room, and I throw my right hand up to cover his mouth. He sucks on three of my fingers, using them as a makeshift gag, gently biting down on them. Wrapping my free hand around his shaft, I coat his cock with my saliva, getting him nice and wet for me. Then I situate myself over his lap again.
